Pulsing beat of hungering lust, grinding jaw of the prowler
Survival of the fittest, gaining, streaming blood pumps louder
The hunt, a must desire to prey, glazing teeth so impassioned
The stench of fear now in stride
Taste of death...serpents tongue
Victims end in determined run
Scent embodied, overwhelming will to satisfy
In taking life in turn for another
Ravishing cold flesh down to the bone
Vicious scavenging, strewn remains
The stronger will to survive....survive